[Rebecca's already on the ice, skating around with the relative ease that comes from a childhood of ice hockey. It translates subtly in the way she moves on the ice, but her laugh and dumb oversized soften her otherwise strong strides along. She skids backward, curling around Phanan on the ice with her hands in her pockets.
She pulls out an orange and tosses and catches it nonchalantly while continuing to skate a circle around him.] I totally dig the scarf.